Things and Stuff.

I had a dream. This is the second time I’ve had this dream. I know this. But this time, it finished. I think.

Once again, my mother had taken me to some sort of hospital. I’m there to get a physical. The nurses all say I’m there for a physical. I’ve never gone to the HOSPITAL for a physical, just the doctor’s office, but it’s my mom taking me here, so I don’t question it.

The nurse has all sorts of numbers on her desk, all printed on big plastic things. There’s so many people here . . . we’re given the number 99, and told to go look for it. So we walk around this massive room. It’s like a library, it’s fully of things and stuff, books and tapes, maps and toys. The bookshelves move in some places to open up to new areas. All around us, numbers. Ever increasing numbers. We got to about 87, then mom decided we go around the other side. Was it mom, or was it me?

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White Boe Dies

I had a dream that I was at my grandmother’s house, but it was her old kitchen, the one she had before she had it remodeled. I was cooking/cleaning there for some reason. There was a knock at the door, and, for some reason it was Ettin. (Human, so Paul, I guess.) And he was shorter than me. I gave him snacks to munch on while he waited for whatever he was waiting for. Ah, we were waiting for Jorenko to return.

Once Jorenko arrived, we played some sort of game, and Ettin kept score on a piece of paper. He scanned it to make copies on the wrong scanner. The scanner he used was reserved for the school. (I don’t know.)

Later, we went outside. My family was there, The total group outside was Ettin, Jorenko, me (whoever I was.) Schroe (Amanda Schroeder), Aunt E, Mother, Grandmother, and a few others that were in a group to the side. This is what made me realize that the view I had was not through the eyes of Amanda Schroeder.

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I had a dream I was a character in an RPG, one of the party. The story started in a small village (as they all do) Where villains within where tossed over the gates in such a manner that they became were beasts once outside.

Josh Mitchell, someone I went to school with, was in this dream as an honest farmer blamed for the murder of a mill worker. He was thrown over the gates.

A group of fur traders from the north came into the village to sell furs. They were selling them cheap, so everyone went to look the best furs. While looking in the pile, I noticed a few of the furs had man-like faces, but distorted to look like an animal.

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